Remember Me

**DISCLAIMER** This poem addresses suicide. By reading any further, you acknowledge that this artwork does not promote suicide in any way, and is only meant as a creative endeavor. —————————– I write this, love, only for you. I want you to feel how I do. So many things have coursed my mind, never spoken, nor … More Remember Me

My Hands

Never idle, on the move, ink pours on the page The force that drives, a needed guide, is with me on this stage I try to be an optimist, but sometimes I’m consumed by rage Thinking of how things are done and how they could so quickly change Yes all the world’s a stage you … More My Hands

Torn

The world is torn, its seams are frayed They say they’ve wished them well and prayed So many hold opinions, strong But words are where they stop, its wrong   For if the ones who claim to care Are genuine, then where’s their fare? What costs have they all taken on? Outside of tweets, or … More Torn

My Lake Chateau

Come my friend, its you, I know, that stands outside my Lake Chateau. I took a walk, just hours ago, and now I sit by this window. Please, my friend, I’ve something to show; come join me through the portico. Open the door – its unlocked, you know, and come share this fine, old, red … More My Lake Chateau

Tough Love

When you’re bored, don’t bitch at me Just shut your trap and write, you dweeb Don’t pout and whine and stare and blink Just grab that pen and think and think   Come up with something folks will read And sell it so your dog can feed Don’t waste your time excusing the Stops to … More Tough Love

What We Are

At night, I know, my mind has proved For that’s when all the mask’s removed We work and play, and yet we think Of all the things we want, a link   A link to all we want to be So instead we make a fantasy We dream and wish and wish and dream And … More What We Are

Don’t Wait

Oftentimes, I’ll look to see The person looking back at me Watching through a hazy lens At who that strange reflection is   Staring forward, several blinks Is he the person that he thinks? Does he do the things he speaks? Is practice coming from the preach?   My eyes still glare, this man ahead … More Don’t Wait